Born to fly
I've been tellin' my dreams to the scarecrow
about the places that I would like to see.
I say "Friend, do you think I'll ever get there?"
Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me.
So I confessed my sins to the preacher
about the love I've been prayin' to find.
Is there a brown eyed boy in my future? Yeah.
And he says "Girl you've got nothin' but time."
But how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
when you know that you were born you were born to fly?
My papa he is grounded like the oak tree.
My mama she is steady as the sun.
Oh, you know I love my folks but I keep starin' down the road
just lookin' for my one chance to run.
'Cause I will soar away like the blackbird.
I will blow in the wind like a seed.
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams.
And I will grow up where I wander wild and free.